Lancelot is genuinely impressed. He shoves off from the tree, stepping forward to inspect the shots.

"Aye," he says again, somewhat thoughtfully, "'Tis easier when one has height and strength, but-- Christ, Susan, that's well done. And from more than one stance."

He's not sure why he's surprised; she was a queen and it is not terribly unusual for noble ladies to have such experience. He shakes his head a little and turns to her, saying, "Forgive me. It's only that longbow is not typically what ladies use, at home, and--"